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Title: Dead Moon Rising
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fonulyn
Rating: R (just in case)
Pairing: Die/someone (feel free to imagine just about anyone in XD)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Is it possible to run away from your own fate?
Comments:
fonulyn: Oh-kays, so cateris suggested to me that we’d both write a short vampire-related ficcie, kind of as exchange fics. This isn’t quite what she requested though (I still can try to write another one if you want, dear XD), since this basically wrote itself. I sat down and iTunes decided to play Sentenced’s Dead Moon Rising, and that was it. The next time I stopped I noticed I had written something pretty weird and dark, and I can’t really even describe the feeling it left behind. haha, I’m channelling dark powers who write through me XD *coughs* Okay, enough of a random comment. I’ll let you to the fic now x)
And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The song used for inspiration; Dead Moon Rising - Sentenced (a perfect match for the fic if one asks me)
The song quoted in the end; One More Day - Sentenced (doesn’t really fit otherwise, except for those few lines, but I thought I’d share anyways)
Dead Moon Rising
Raindrops kept on coloring the ground dark, falling heavy from the sky like death itself. Storm clouds were rising, only thin rays of light seeping through the veil that was hanging in the air, like a curtain that shut out all the light and only left darkness behind. Blackness. Empty, cold blackness without anything that can make one feel alive again, nothing to soothe the human mind and make the coldness seem bearable.
He was running.
He was running from his fate, running from the inevitable, running until his lungs were burning and his legs seemed to be giving in underneath him with every single step he took. He forced his way through the forest, the branches of the trees cutting bloody veils on the white skin on his arms, the stones making him stumble and scrape his knees time and time again. He could only hear his own heavy breathing, the sound of his footsteps on the moist ground, the cracking of the branches when he forced them out of his way without caring for how they tore his clothes and got caught in his long red hair.
There was no one else to be seen, but he knew he wasn’t alone. He could feel it. He could sense the presence behind him, always just a step behind and always reaching out to him. The adrenalin was pumping through his veins, the only force that still kept him going, along with the will to live. He was afraid, was glancing over his shoulder over and over again, and although he couldn’t see anything, he knew that he was there.
Suddenly he stumbled out of the forest, into a meadow that seemed to never end. While a part of him was glad that there would be no trees to fight anymore, no roots to hinder his escape, deep down inside he knew that this was his doom. He knew he was coming closer to his end with every single running step he took. Still, life was pumping through his veins, made it impossible to just give in and stop. The force that made a human being cling on to hope even when there was none left, the will to live.
So he ran. There was no other way but straight ahead and he ran as fast as he could, as fast as his shaking legs would carry him. Maybe, just maybe he could make it as long as it was still dark…
As if the nature was against him, was reading his thoughts, suddenly the veil of clouds tore down like ripped apart by strong hands, the gap revealing the blood red moon. The crimson light was seeping from between the shreds of what used to be a dark, protecting curtain. His last hope. The light blinded him, made his steps slow down until he was unable to take a single one anymore.
With a silent scream he fell down on his knees in the middle of the meadow, hanging his head as he knew that this was it. This was the end.
The presence that had been following him was closer now, he could feel it like the wind upon his face. An ice-cold shiver ran along his spine, and when he finally opened his eyes and looked up he could see a dark figure standing in front of him, a black silhouette against the sky that seemed to be colored with blood.
A low laughter of inhuman kind resonated in the air, making him shiver like a leaf again. Stumbling he tried to back off, tried to get further although the attempt was clearly futile. The creature stepped closer, until suddenly hovering above him, pinning him down on the wet ground with a force impossible to resist. Face came closer to his own, those sharp eyes that he knew so well.
At that second, he realized his attempt to escape had been in vain. He knew why. Why. He had been trying to flee the inevitable, had been trying to avoid his own destiny and fight what he knew he had to become. Then, looking deep into those black eyes, he knew why he had done it, knew why he had failed, and understood that this was just the way it had to be.
The trail of his incoherent thoughts was cut when the familiar face leaned closer, a greedy mouth closing over his own in a deep, rough kiss that spoke of life and death, darkness and light, love and hate, everything mixed into one. He could feel the corporal fight inside of himself, could feel every piece of the puzzle fall into its own place with frightening accuracy.
The rain was getting harder, the freezing drops hitting the two forms mercilessly with their force, and still neither of them really even noticed it. The first fiery kiss was followed by another one, blood mixing into the surreal taste as long fangs broke his lower lip, pierced it in the fire of the moment. Clothes were shred, torn to the side and out of the way when passion took over, guided their actions and controlled their fate.
Only the crimson moon was the witness of what happened there, in the empty meadow, surrounded by heavy rain and blood red light.
He could barely feel the sharp sting on his neck when his skin was pierced, his blood drained only to be given back to him.
And it felt strangely right. He didn’t fight any longer.
I love life | I hate life
I love this shit | I hate this shit
I love you and I hate myself
I love our world | I hate our world
and everything in it
I love loving you | I hate loving you
I love
I hate
Let me just once more feel
your love through the rain
Author:
fonulynRating: R (just in case)
Pairing: Die/someone (feel free to imagine just about anyone in XD)
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Is it possible to run away from your own fate?
Comments:
fonulyn: Oh-kays, so cateris suggested to me that we’d both write a short vampire-related ficcie, kind of as exchange fics. This isn’t quite what she requested though (I still can try to write another one if you want, dear XD), since this basically wrote itself. I sat down and iTunes decided to play Sentenced’s Dead Moon Rising, and that was it. The next time I stopped I noticed I had written something pretty weird and dark, and I can’t really even describe the feeling it left behind. haha, I’m channelling dark powers who write through me XD *coughs* Okay, enough of a random comment. I’ll let you to the fic now x)And feel free to add our journal if you like the stories!
Plus, the archive.
The song used for inspiration; Dead Moon Rising - Sentenced (a perfect match for the fic if one asks me)
The song quoted in the end; One More Day - Sentenced (doesn’t really fit otherwise, except for those few lines, but I thought I’d share anyways)
Raindrops kept on coloring the ground dark, falling heavy from the sky like death itself. Storm clouds were rising, only thin rays of light seeping through the veil that was hanging in the air, like a curtain that shut out all the light and only left darkness behind. Blackness. Empty, cold blackness without anything that can make one feel alive again, nothing to soothe the human mind and make the coldness seem bearable.
He was running.
He was running from his fate, running from the inevitable, running until his lungs were burning and his legs seemed to be giving in underneath him with every single step he took. He forced his way through the forest, the branches of the trees cutting bloody veils on the white skin on his arms, the stones making him stumble and scrape his knees time and time again. He could only hear his own heavy breathing, the sound of his footsteps on the moist ground, the cracking of the branches when he forced them out of his way without caring for how they tore his clothes and got caught in his long red hair.
There was no one else to be seen, but he knew he wasn’t alone. He could feel it. He could sense the presence behind him, always just a step behind and always reaching out to him. The adrenalin was pumping through his veins, the only force that still kept him going, along with the will to live. He was afraid, was glancing over his shoulder over and over again, and although he couldn’t see anything, he knew that he was there.
Suddenly he stumbled out of the forest, into a meadow that seemed to never end. While a part of him was glad that there would be no trees to fight anymore, no roots to hinder his escape, deep down inside he knew that this was his doom. He knew he was coming closer to his end with every single running step he took. Still, life was pumping through his veins, made it impossible to just give in and stop. The force that made a human being cling on to hope even when there was none left, the will to live.
So he ran. There was no other way but straight ahead and he ran as fast as he could, as fast as his shaking legs would carry him. Maybe, just maybe he could make it as long as it was still dark…
As if the nature was against him, was reading his thoughts, suddenly the veil of clouds tore down like ripped apart by strong hands, the gap revealing the blood red moon. The crimson light was seeping from between the shreds of what used to be a dark, protecting curtain. His last hope. The light blinded him, made his steps slow down until he was unable to take a single one anymore.
With a silent scream he fell down on his knees in the middle of the meadow, hanging his head as he knew that this was it. This was the end.
The presence that had been following him was closer now, he could feel it like the wind upon his face. An ice-cold shiver ran along his spine, and when he finally opened his eyes and looked up he could see a dark figure standing in front of him, a black silhouette against the sky that seemed to be colored with blood.
A low laughter of inhuman kind resonated in the air, making him shiver like a leaf again. Stumbling he tried to back off, tried to get further although the attempt was clearly futile. The creature stepped closer, until suddenly hovering above him, pinning him down on the wet ground with a force impossible to resist. Face came closer to his own, those sharp eyes that he knew so well.
At that second, he realized his attempt to escape had been in vain. He knew why. Why. He had been trying to flee the inevitable, had been trying to avoid his own destiny and fight what he knew he had to become. Then, looking deep into those black eyes, he knew why he had done it, knew why he had failed, and understood that this was just the way it had to be.
The trail of his incoherent thoughts was cut when the familiar face leaned closer, a greedy mouth closing over his own in a deep, rough kiss that spoke of life and death, darkness and light, love and hate, everything mixed into one. He could feel the corporal fight inside of himself, could feel every piece of the puzzle fall into its own place with frightening accuracy.
The rain was getting harder, the freezing drops hitting the two forms mercilessly with their force, and still neither of them really even noticed it. The first fiery kiss was followed by another one, blood mixing into the surreal taste as long fangs broke his lower lip, pierced it in the fire of the moment. Clothes were shred, torn to the side and out of the way when passion took over, guided their actions and controlled their fate.
Only the crimson moon was the witness of what happened there, in the empty meadow, surrounded by heavy rain and blood red light.
He could barely feel the sharp sting on his neck when his skin was pierced, his blood drained only to be given back to him.
And it felt strangely right. He didn’t fight any longer.
I love life | I hate life
I love this shit | I hate this shit
I love you and I hate myself
I love our world | I hate our world
and everything in it
I love loving you | I hate loving you
I love
I hate
Let me just once more feel
your love through the rain
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I really liked this, I'll be waiting for more.
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:) truth is, I can also feel the strong Die/Kaoru vibe here. I can help to fill the gapes and imagine what happened before, how Die knew about being haunted like that and that Kaoru was a vampire.
...and about my part of the deal, um, so, it seems that I've developed a really HUUUGE plot, and: 1. I have lots and lots to write because generally I know what happens, but I just need time to put it down on paper; 2. the idea and the AU universe is kinda big, so I still haven't decide if it would be a chaptered fic or not; 3. because of this fic I'm working on now, I'm beginning to like Die more and more, haha.
So. If you're still into a vampire-fics-to-write-mood then I guess you could keep them flowing, lol ;)
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That's what I keep thinking of all the time, what happened before and how things got to that point, but I didn't want to write that down to hinder the reader's imagination x) Apparently Die/Kaoru has forced its way all the way to my spine, so when I write without thinking of the pair consciously, it makes its way everywhere XD
Oh, take your time with it, really^^ The thing is,
Hey, and if it makes you like Die more and more it's always good! Die deserves all the love he can get 8D
It's probably no secret that I'm already a desperate fangirl XDno subject
Heee! Another 2 fics! Niiice. You 2 also take your time.
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